Cracked tooth of wisdom/s\:

Yr series is my strange static;

My past is freckled with sovereigns rulers;

Seems silly to have been trading [a] heavy heart, for a handshake hug;

While you rotate yr rhymes, I'll waste my time on: adaptational bemusements;

Mentality is something of a 'fuck it' ! nature... but not in a promiscuous sort of way;

What was once a splendor of elongated sanity had had to  become-a never enough/too much time.

Yr my: consistent coagulated colloquial curse,

Soaked in gelatenous gestations,

supervising in the mistakes its taking to make              the time

for what was

at once

possibly perfect....yes     (even if there's no such thing).

                                                                   

faced with obstacles-I'm not   hurdling ovr

not even gng arnd them just turning back

and the paper is sometimes toO big to fill all the pages but  its never too late to 

stop.

and .

slow.

d-o-w-n.

My pores are open,  I am oozing.

There are revolving rocks tumbling in my gut.

Mississ(this)_ISippi

Surreptitiously, Suspicious

Doors

     Composedly closed. 

& slamming.

[the] somewhat-

fake romancing.

Hand held, open HEart acHEs.

We've become:    uncompromising

or unsympath/os\izing

   & utterly composed?

(I think)

There is no false sense of self or salvation-

Salutations.      Sal-   a   -vations ...

Yr no longer my crutch to life, 

yet still a barriered,

darriered cock-block.

There We'll

(never be another you [us]).